Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, but I enjoy writing about it! X )
Timmy moved across the road without reason. Taking a few steps on the sidewalk parallel to the one he had been on, he then moved back across the road to his original sidewalk. He and his family had just moved to a new town, following his mother's job opportunity here in Brightland. Both she and his father said that it would be a chance to expand, both financially and personally. They said that Timmy had become too dependant on his life back in Dimmsdale, with AJ and Chester, chasing Trixie, being chased by Tootie, and forever trying to get away from the vindictive Vicky. They said making new friends, and learning to adjust should be apart of everyone's life, and that he would thank them later.
No offence to his mother or father, but Timmy thought that was a load of crap.
As the sun beat down on his neck, scalding him the way the Dimmsdale sun never had, he felt as if his parents were just being gold-diggers and trying to yet again beat the Dinkleburgs. He was on the other side of the street now, and vaguely he heard sprinklers and small children ahead of him. They laughed and cajoled as they ran through the water, but it didn't help his mood. Nothing helped his mood.
He didn't want to start at a new school this year. He was a junior, and had spent his entire school career with his two best friends. He didn't want to change that. He wanted the firm reassurance of AJ and Chester, the brainiac and the comedian. He wanted their fickle arguments and their easy amusement. He wanted Trixie flaunting her beauty in front of him, hoping to catch his attention, as he resisted more and more as he grew older. He wanted her to sit by him in History class and play with the hem of her skirt trying to appeal to his male hormones. He even wanted Tootie and Vicky, however, psychotic and deranged they had been as a whole. He wanted Dimmsdale.
But no, he was in Brightland. Odd, foreign Brightland, with its too hot sun, and it's being in a state three states away from where he had been born.
He kicked a rock across the street, hearing a car come rumbling up so he couldn't cross the road again. He looked up into the street, squinting his eyes against the sun glinting off the on coming vehicle. It was a convertible, dark pink, like the tank-top he was wearing, with two people inside it. It was coming down the road at flying speeds, but one of the occupants of the car spotted him and it slowed dramatically, coasting to a lazy roll as it came up beside him.
The people, teenagers about his age, he decided, were an odd duo.
The chick driving had short, bright pink hair, kind or done in a boy style with her longer bangs hanging over her light brown eyes. All the skin showing—a considerable amount since she wore black short-shorts and a mustard yellow bathing-suit top—was a beautiful bronze that would have made every girl at Dimmsdale High envious and most the guys drool.
The guy she was with had brilliant green hair, messy as Timmy's hair had he left his cap off this morning, with his own longish hair covering his equally green eyes. His shirt was button up and would look official
if it weren't for the fact that most of the buttons were undone and the tie that went around his neck was tied incorrectly and loosened to the point of nearly falling off. His feet were on the dashboard of the vehicle, covered by classic, black Chuck Taylor's.
Compared to them, Timmy felt freakishly normal in his pink wife-beater tank-top, cargo shorts, and pink hat. His hair was a normal brown, and his eyes were dull blue. Nope, nothing special.
Yet they both seemed to see something because the girl threw her car into park and crawled half-over her passenger to speak to him.
"You look new here," she said with a cheerful smile. "What's your name?"
Timmy gave a half-hearted shrug, looking mainly at the guy beneath the girl, who had his hands crossed behind his head, looking up at the sky as if a beautiful girl weren't in his lap. "'M Timmy. Timmy Turner," he mumbled inaudibly.
She seemed to hear him just fine, extending one hand towards him. "I'm Wanda Crown and…"
The guy under her bubbled up randomly, "I'm hungry!"
There was a comedic pause in which Wanda and Timmy simply stared at each other after the outburst from the green-haired passenger, before Wanda rolled her light brown eyes and said, "He's actually Cosmo Starr."
"You're suffocating me!" Cosmo screeched from under her, poking her side to get her to move. "I'm people-claustrophobic, Wanda! You know that."
She jerked every time he poked her side, her hand which Timmy had yet to take drawing further and further away from him as she jumped off Cosmo with a huff. Cosmo smiled triumphantly, looking up at the sky, then over to Timmy as if it were the first time he had seen the other teen boy on the sidewalk. "Hi," he said, jabbing his hand in Timmy direction. "I'm Cosmo Starr! Wanna go to the lake with us?"
Timmy was shocked into taking the paler boy's hand, regretting it almost instantly when his arm was jerked about. After disentangling his hand, he stuttered out, "I…I don't know…"
"What d'ya mean you 'don't know?' Got a hot date or something?" Wanda asked, throwing herself against her seat with a huff. She swiveled her head around in her shoulders when he didn't answer immediately, looking up at him expectantly through her windblown bangs.
Timmy met her gaze easily, feeling a little aggravated at her brash comment, before going back to meet Cosmo's electric, green gaze. His heart constricted when he saw the open anticipation in those eyes, wondering, with dread, if he did indeed have some hot date.
Timmy looked away, down to the sidewalk. Then, looking back to Wanda, he shrugged. "No, I don't," he said, tonelessly. Heaving a deep breath, he stared down the road, where his house was and where his parents no doubt were unpacking and running about in delight at the prospect of so much money. He
should ask them if he could go with these two admittedly odd strangers, but something rebellious flared up in him and he smirked. "Yeah, let's go."
He hopped in the back of the convertible, and with a grateful smile to the two odd-haired teens in the front, they took off.
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